Coffee, Whiskey and Cigarettes

I am just a girl,

Sipping my coffee

Thinking of whiskey and cigarettes…

 

One puff, oh the puff and a sip of whiskey….

 

Watching the world, sipping away…

Sipping my whiskey, puffing away on my cigarette,

Sitting here, thinking and sipping my coffee…

 

I glance at the world, it glances at me promisingly,

But I hide my hopes and dreams away, living passively,

I am here sipping my coffee…

Oh! the thought of being here sipping my whiskey and puffing on my cigarette…

 

Bold enough to not be scared,

Scared enough to not have a toe not out of line,

Sipping my coffee,

Thinking of my whiskey and cigarette…

 

Is it my world that makes me so docile?

A toe out of line, makes my morality fragile…

 

Witnessing the world slip away, one sip at a time

Wishing for a whiskey and cigarette in my hand…

 

Oh, this world makes me want to feel fully alive,

Yet I cry for I don’t know how to put just a toe out of line…

 

Here I am, coffee sipped away and an empty cup,

Wishing for my whiskey and cigarette…

Empty cup and yet it lingers……..

The taste of whiskey and cigarettes……..